Reborn at Hogwarts

"I think you have misunderstood, Mr. Hohenheim."

While cautiously observing the surroundings, Ivan searched for the location of Paracelsus in the thicker and thicker smoke, but found nothing, "These are all just coincidences. By the way, why did you call me 'Little? 'Mr. Vesemir?"

"Of course it's because I also know an 'old' Mr. Vesemir."

After a moment of silence, Paracelsus replied with a chuckle.

After hearing these words, Ivan finally found his place.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the next second, a violent flame suddenly rose from five meters away from him. The earth and rocks were disintegrated in front of the gushing flames, and a distorted figure appeared in the smoke.

The moment he saw the figure, instead of being surprised, Ivan's heart sank.

guessed wrong!

The flames bursting out of the ground immediately turned into a pair of wildly dancing arms, extending out at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded into a huge circle of fire, surrounding Ivan.

The flames almost licked the ceiling of the room.

And under Ivan's feet, layers of solid stone floors continuously lifted him up, and the vacant gaps were immediately filled with flames.

"I heard an old saying in the East, which is called 'painting the ground as a prison'."

The voice of Paracelsus resounded from the smoke again. The young man in a black formal suit and polite head became distorted and slender under the reflection of the firelight, and looked at Ivan who had locked himself up with a smile.

"NMSL."

Ivan said without thinking.

"What?" Paracelsus was startled.

"It's also an old oriental saying." Ivan looked at him with a smile, "Haven't you heard of it? It means I wish you good health."

Among the flames, Paracelsus shook his head with a smile.

"You don't have much time left, young Mr. Vesemir." The alchemist said briskly, "For the sake of old Mr. Vesemir, let me advise you, it's best not to block our way. If not, I'm afraid the Vesemir family will be completely wiped out in your generation."

"It's so classic!" Ivan couldn't help applauding, "It's really a classic villain's remarks! Are you going to threaten the people around me next?"

"I haven't considered this aspect yet." Paracelsus looked at Ivan whose figure was covered by the flames jokingly, "Do you really think I will be fooled?"

"What?" Ivan didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"A child who can forcibly escape from the kingdom of the dead with only willpower, I don't think the safety of the people around you can cause even a slight fluctuation in your iron heart." Paracelsus said lightly, "If This is a trap you used to lure us into the bait, there is no need for it."

"Hope we don't come back."

After speaking, he took off his top hat, saluted Ivan, and then turned around.

After a bang, Paracelsus' figure disappeared into the air.

It was not until he disappeared that the smoke in the room quickly dissipated. Ivan made the flames around his body a little thinner, and soon saw Dumbledore holding a magic wand absorbing the smoke at the open door profitable.

And Zoe who looked anxious.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, letting the layers of stone slabs under his feet turn into mud and scattered all over the ground, and then the flames dissipated.

Seeing his figure appear, Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Ivan."

"It's Paracelsus." Ivan said bluntly.

"I guessed it." Dumbledore was not surprised, "When he took you away, I have already notified the wizards who were monitoring his body, and now they should be fighting hard and unable to target you. "

"So that's how it is."

Ivan was stunned.

No wonder this guy disapparated and left after putting on a few harsh words. It turned out that most of his magic power was spent on dealing with the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, and he couldn't spare any energy to deal with him.

Ivan jumped off the mound and came to the two of them.

"Have you gained anything?" Dumbledore asked.

"He wants to know what I saw in the Kingdom of the Dead." Ivan hesitated, but chose to tell frankly, "I'm very anxious... very anxious, Paracelsus should have encountered some people related to the Kingdom of the Dead. question."

"About this matter, I think there should be a friend who can give us an answer."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and said with a smile.

...

After a while.

The three of them sat back on the sofa in the living room, staring intently at the sluggish old man across from them.

White casual clothes, a skinny figure, and an old and ravine face. There is no doubt that the one sitting in front of the three of them is the alchemist who is as famous as Paracelsus, Nico Flamel.

Of course, this is me.

"I want to thank you all." Although his physical and mental condition did not seem to be very good, after all, he had just climbed back from the gate of hell, and Nicole Flamel looked very grateful, "If it takes two more nights, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on gone."

It turns out that you, an old man over 600 years old, can persist for two days without eating or drinking?

Ivan was taken aback by this terrifying life force.

They found him in the basement of the house.

After entering the house, Dumbledore calmly checked the situation of the entire house with magic when he noticed that there was an abnormality in "Nicole Flamel" who was talking to them.

Ended up hitting a wall on the basement door.

A powerful spell seemed to be cast there, and Dumbledore could not probe inside without alarming Paracelsus.

So he had to wait until it was confirmed that Ivan was safe before going to the basement.

Violently breaking the spell and breaking into the room, the three of them saw Nicole Flamel tied up and thrown in a corner.

Not only that, but the old man's mouth was also sealed, and there was not much magic power left on his body. Obviously, Paracelsus used some unknown means to completely evacuate him to prevent him from escaping with silent spellcasting.

"When did he get here?"

After some simple greetings and a few words of comfort, Dumbledore then got to the point.

Speaking of this question, Nicole Flamel's expression became extremely angry.

"Just yesterday!" he said angrily, "my wife, she went home to visit her great-great-great-great-nephew. As soon as I put her in the carriage, someone knocked on the door, and I opened it After that, as soon as he saw Hohenheim's face clearly, he was directly knocked out.

"When I woke up, my magic power had been drained and I was thrown in the basement."

Ivan and Dumbledore looked at each other.

Attacking at their door the day before their official visit, and then lurking here in the form of Nicole Flamel waiting for them to come?

This was a premeditated attack.

Brothers who see this don't care about the plot and writing style, anyway, there are still 8,000 words in the book and it will be officially TJ... I have written so relaxedly that I don't even know what I am writing.